two hundred eighty. [Green on Green.]
This time they’re in Detroit and Gabriel is almost ready to give up once and for all. Or maybe, he thinks, he needs a better private detective, one who works more with facts and records than ideas and intuitions.
He looks across the table and, for a moment, actually thinks that Ira’s somehow read his mind, given the strange look on his traveling-companion’s face. “Are you all-right?”
Ira looks back out the window at the two young women with green hair and green sundresses walking hand-in-hand, a toddler between them. There is something so familiar there. “Yeah,” he says finally, “Fine.”
He looks across the table and, for a moment, actually thinks that Ira’s somehow read his mind, given the strange look on his traveling-companion’s face. “Are you all-right?”
Ira looks back out the window at the two young women with green hair and green sundresses walking hand-in-hand, a toddler between them. There is something so familiar there. “Yeah,” he says finally, “Fine.”